At first you drank my gospel,
Like a mug of country wine.
And now it has the flavour
Of regret and turpentine
Regret and turpentine
Regret and turpentine
Yes, regret and turpentine
The lamb that lead my journey
Fell on the hardened ground
The shards of grief and mercy
Cut my feet to slow me down
My feet to slow me down
My feet to slow me down
For the future that is awaiting me
Is one I can't deny
That I will be lonely
Till the day that I die